Date: Wed, 22 Dec 1999 23:36:57 EST
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: In For A Penny ...
This story was first published in IN TOUCH #262, Feb 99, and is in CASTING
COUCH CONFESSIONS, the anthology I edited for Companion Press. I hope you
like it - it was a bit of fun to write.
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In For A Penny ... by Dave MacMillan
"Find me a new Johan Paulik or Emil Kys," J. R. told me. "Better make it
both of them. Global Entertainment needs that kind of appeal to gain more
market share." I didn't like the way he was suddenly looking at me. "You
need it to build your name as a director."
"What's wrong with cute American boys?" I asked the man sitting at his desk
in the penthouse office overlooking the Pacific Ocean. "There's lots of
them all over this country."
The owner of Global Entertainment glared at me as if I'd just shit on his
white, three inch thick carpet. "Forget them. The market today wants
boy-next-door with skin on his wienie." This was from the fifty year old
man who'd made several small fortunes paying cut American boys to fuck and
suck their way through Global's vids. Who had privately auditioned every
guy Global ever put on the payroll like he had me - taking my butch,
virgin, just out of film school ass in a slam dunk the day he interviewed
me.
"You want to become a big director, Jeb, you find yourself someone to
direct - more than one of them. Guys with real appeal like those European
boys." He pushed himself out of his overstuffed chair and smiled at me.
"You can do it, Jeb Stuart," he told me as he rounded his desk, his voice
almost friendly, like a pit bull slobbering. "Pick up your ticket on your
out. You leave tomorrow." He took my hand in his and shook it.
End of discussion. My employment was on the line too; that had been
J. R.'s implied threat. The two vids I had directed the past year were
near duds. The two I assisted on the year before were hardly better. The
porn industry was changing and I'd better change with it.
I had asked for my meeting with J. R. because I could see that my future
wasn't in the best of shape. I planned on suggesting that I go into the
heartland to find some boy-next-door types for a really nice, down
home-type fuckathon which I would, of course, direct. I never got the
chance. Instead of being as corny as Kansas in August, I was being packed
up and sent out to the minor leagues. To central Europe.
I gazed out on the old city across the river, one rested boy after sleeping
through yesterday afternoon and last night once I got to this armpit of a
town. I was in Prague, in the Czech Republic. It had been one long flight
and I arrived in the middle of yesterday afternoon - dead-ass tired.
Well, never let it be said that old J. E. B. Stuart's namesake and
great-great-great-grandnephew wasn't every bit as ingenious as Robert
E. Lee's second in command. Only, this boy wasn't going to get himself
killed like the old man did. I was going to be just as ingenious, and
forget the stupidity that got Uncle Jeb ten times removed shot off his
horse just before Gettysburg started.
I didn't speak Czech. But, then, J. R. thought everybody in the world
spoke English. I knew better. I had the name and phone number of Prague
University's gay student league before I left Global Entertainment with
ticket in hand to go home and pack.
The first thing I did once I was in my hotel room was call the student
league and ask for someone who could speak English. When I had some perky
sounding girl on the phone, I told her I needed a gay English-speaker. I
explained to her that it didn't matter what sex my homosexual translator
was but that he/she would be involved in some pretty intimate sexual
discussions with gay men. I also told her I'd pay fifty dollars to her
organization if they helped me out. She promised to have someone for me
the next morning. With that, I fell on the bed and was off to dreamland.
He called me at eight o'clock, just as I was waking up. His voice was
young, yet deep. It was also guarded, which I picked up on even through
the thick accent. We agreed to meet at ten on the bridge over the Charles
River that led from my side of town into the old city. I decided to hoof
it - wearing tight black chinos, a muscle shirt, and a jeans jacket. It
was more than a little nippy but I was running late with getting on with
the rest of my life.
Jan Tonkovic was standing in the center of the bridge's walkway as I
approached. I saw the sandy - almost ash - blond hair first, worn short
but with bangs that reached his eyebrows. As I drew closer, I could make
out the angles that contoured his face. Closer still, I saw he was tall,
at least six feet, and slim. Long legs too. He was wearing a white long
sleeve shirt and loose-fitting cords in early autumn. I figured him to
have one ever more nice swimmer's build.
I knew I wanted to see more of him before I even reached him - preferably
with a lot less clothes on. The guy was definitely boy-next-door material.
He was looking at least as good as the surfer dudes I'd thought were the
sum total of my type and I had to admit my tastes were already changing.
Maybe J. R. did have it right after all. Thinking about it, I had to admit
that he usually did.
"You are Jeb Stuart?" Jan asked as I came to a stop before him.
I grinned and stuck out my hand. "You must be Jan Tonkovic." He studied
my hand between us for a long moment before taking it in his, giving it two
perfunctory pumps, and letting it go. My cock twitched right on cue, I
wanted Mr. Jan Tonkovic.
"We may talk over a coffee, Mr. Stuart?"
"Please, call me Jeb," I told him as I tried to read the guy. "And, yes,
I'd like a cup of coffee."
"Will you want good coffee then, or the rubbish we have learnt to make for
the tourists?"
"Whatever you'd like to drink," I answered and wondered what I was letting
myself in for. The way he'd said "tourists", I didn't want him thinking of
me as one. Not as much as I wanted in his pants, I didn't.
He led me down cobblestone streets that were narrower than New York City
alleyways. Up and down the steep hills of the old city. Between three-
and four-storied houses that were older than St. Augustine, Florida. "We
go to a student cafe, yes?" he asked over his shoulder. I huffed and
puffed, falling further behind him with each hill. I was suddenly
realizing all that home Solaflex stuff I had in my apartment back in LA
wasn't all that great for getting a guy into real shape.
He finally stopped before a building, looked back at me and laughed. "You
Amerikanski are worst than even the Germans," he told me and waved for me
to follow him as he dove down the steepest flight of stairs I'd ever seen.
"You'd better damned well be a great fuck," I gasped under my breath as I
followed slowly after him into the bowels of the earth.
He hadn't even built up a sweat when I finally reached the bottom of the
stairs and found him waiting for me at a door under an old converted gas
lamp.
"Are you well, Jeb?" he asked solicitously as I neared him.
"Yeah," I gasped. "Why?" I looked at him sharply but he seemed genuinely
concerned.
"You perspire like a man in heat." He smiled and all those bones at all
those sharp angles just blended together like angels are supposed to look.
"It is less than thirteen degrees."
I started to protest but realized he wasn't talking about lust but was
operating on Celsius and probably meant it was around fifty-five in
Fahrenheit. You're gonna find out what kind of shape I'm in, I thought at
him, just as soon as I'm porking you. I decided then that I wasn't going
to use any lubricant when I was shoving my prong into his ass the first
time I got him. He was going to feel each of my eight inches push into his
butt - good. He was going to feel me get even. Oh, yeah!
He found us a table - with four other people elbow to elbow with us. I
silently fumed. We needed to talk business and here he was putting us down
right in the middle of every young person in this damned city. A truly
cute (to die for) boy came over and pulled bangs out of his face. There
was some discussion and Jan looked over at me. "You are paying in dollars,
yes?" I nodded. The discussion continued.
The boytoy left with our order and Jan said: "I have ordered us a good
breakfast, Jeb. You will love it-"
I had instant visions of this boy I was lusting for imagining a wallet
stretched wide in green paperbacks. "How much?" I demanded.
He studied me, his brows furrowing. "Less than six dollars American - give
him four more dollars as gratuity and Jaroslav will suck your dick here at
the table."
I gasped and glanced quickly at our companions. They didn't seem to have
heard - at least, they were ignoring us.
Jan laughed. "Most Czechs do not speak English, Jeb. For so long, the two
foreign languages the Ministry of Education recommended were Russian and
German. I spoke all three well enough by my thirteenth year." I tried to
imagine fluently speaking three of the hardest languages in the world and
couldn't. "Now you will tell me what it is that you wish translated and
how much you are willing to pay for the service."
For the next half hour we discussed my job and what I wanted him to do.
For the next two hours we haggled about what I would pay. Jan Tonkovic was
a young, smart, good-looking guy who had an idea of how much he was worth.
I was a few years older and maybe not as smart, but I knew he lived in a
backward part of the world and that counted for a lot. We settled on two
American dollars an hour, paid daily - and unreported.
"And what does that include?" I asked.
"Being your translator, Jeb," he answered, looking at me in surprise.
"While you recruit these men and, later, when you tell them what to do and
how to do it."
"I'd like to get to know you better, Jan," I said, putting it out in the
open and forgetting the others at our table.
"So that I can become one of your actors, Jeb?" He shook his head, his
bangs falling over those grey eyes. "So that all of America can see me
naked and making sex with any boy? That is not possible."
"You don't have to be in the movie. I just think you're a nice guy I'd
like to get to know better." It was like I was working a straight boy
towards my bed and the fun I was going to show him there.
His thin lips twisted slowly into a smile. He looked directly into my eyes
as he covered my hand with his. "We shall see, Jeb."
I felt that I could have floated up to the ceiling at that moment if his
hand wasn't holding me down. Not one of the thirty or so guys I'd porked
over the past few years had gotten to me so fast. I figured Jan was going
to be a really special fucktoy the next couple of months. I forgot all
about how cute Jaroslav was.
The week that followed was a whirlwind of activity but I had ten of the
cutest guys in the world signed up and getting me proof of their ages.
Jaroslav from the restaurant was the first one I signed. I had photos of
them butt-naked, spread-eagled, soft, and hard - hairy balls and ass. I
even stopped being aware of the skin covering their cockheads by the end of
the week. My dick was staying hard by the time I'd signed up the last one.
And I had them exclusive too - if they appeared on anybody's TV screen in
the next three years, I was going to get my share. J. R. was going to be
pissed, but I'd learned a lot of things from him over the past two years.
I was hornier than a bull with a herd of heifers grazing in front of his
pen. I'd been a week with nothing but solo relief. Jaroslav had managed
to grope me, the other nine just made it plain one way or the other that
they were available. All I needed to do was show interest. Right there in
front of Jan Tonkovic.
I hadn't. I couldn't understand myself. I had ten cute boytoys waiting
for me to feed them my tool and I was as deep into self-denial as a
preacher at his own funeral. Hell! I'd hardly noticed any of those guys
while they were in my room strutting their stuff for me. It was only after
I wined and dined Jan like a breeder going for the score and he had left
for the night that I would look at the day's photos and find out just how
interesting they were.
Jan Tonkovic. He was all I could think about.
Him! The son of a bitch was a wooden Indian without the woody.
The guy just smiled at me when I suggested we go out. "I must study some
time, Jeb. I study at night."
Yeah! Right! I wanted to study too. Him. His ass. How good it felt
gripping my pole. How his lips tasted. How his nips felt on my tongue.
How his body felt against mine.
"Jesus!" I growled as I shut the door of my room behind the last cute rump
I'd put in my revue and turned back to face Jan. "You don't even get hard
looking at all this beefcake, do you?"
"You wish to know if I think of sex, Jeb?" he asked softly, studying me as
if he'd never thought of it before.
"Yeah. Didn't you want to get it on with any of the guys we've seen this
week? Wouldn't you like to get into a fuck right now? To get your rocks
off? You and me? I know I would."
He stared silently at me for a moment that I thought was going to go on
forever. Those grey eyes blinked and a smile formed across his lips to
move up his angled cheeks. "You want to make sex with me, Jeb?"
I grinned, sure of where things were heading now. "That'd sure do for
starters." I took a step towards him and tried to imagine how good his ass
was going to feel under me.
"Why did you not relieve yourself with them?" Jan nodded towards the door.
"Any of them would have been good."
"I don't do three-ways."
"Three-ways?"
"You, me, and whoever. Besides, I want you alone. I've wanted you since I
first saw you." I frowned and took another step. "I want more than just a
quick fuck, Jan - now. I'd like us to team up while I'm here."
"Team up while you are here." He nodded. "I would be your Czech
boyfriend, yes?"
"Yeah," I answered as I reached him. I raised my hand and spread it across
his closest pec. My thumb and forefinger closed around his nipple.
He pursed his lips and nodded. "I will accept an American boyfriend to
have sex with - while he is here." His hand touched my arm and he smiled.
"Unless I find a lover before you leave."
I didn't like the way that sounded but I shrugged it off. I was close to
getting what I'd wanted all week. My first piece of Czech ass.
Jan's. Yeah.
Both of his hands moved to my back, pulling me to him. Then, our lips were
pressed together and his tongue was negotiating with my teeth. I opened
up. His hands moved down to grasp my butt and I ground my cheeks against
them, caught up in finally having the man I wanted.
His fingers made their way between us, avoiding my hard meat, and deftly
opened the button at the waist of my chinos. I threw my arms around his
chest pulling us closer. Fingers from both of his hands gripped my
waistband at the hips and pulled out, forcing the zipper down as I ground
my hard cock against his.
I was past thinking. My balls rode my dick and enough pre-come was flowing
through my piss-slit that my underwear was already wet. I couldn't get
enough of Jan's mouth. And I wasn't about to break our contact now that I
had it to unbutton his shirt. I pulled it from his trousers as his hands
slid beneath my underwear and grabbed my cheeks hard.
He released them a moment later and moved his hands around my hips, forcing
my chinos and underwear onto my thighs. "You want me, do you, Jeb?" he
asked, breaking our kiss, when he found my boner.
"Yeah. Oh, yeah, I want you," I groaned as one hand dove for the front of
his cords. The other hand held the hem of his shirt at his armpits because
I was going tit-licking. I couldn't remember ever being so hungry for
anybody as I was for Jan Tonkovic at that moment. Shit! He'd had nearly a
week to grow on me and he was that fine.
I had his pants down to his knees before my tongue could reach his nipple.
I caressed my cheek against his smooth, tight chest as my teeth sought out
the rosy nubbin. My hands eased his old styled boxers over his butt as he
gasped when I gently bit down on his tit.
I started down his chest with my lips and tongue, onto his taut belly,
moving towards the heat I could feel rising under my chin. My fingers
found the tight curls of his pubes as my tongue fucked his belly button.
He groaned as my fingers started around the base of his meat. And couldn't
find each other.
I halted my downward trek as awareness began to creep over me. I sat back
on my haunches to look at him and take stock of his weapon.
The dick that faced me was huge. My fist moved out around the thick shaft,
trying to find a place where my fingertips could meet. Stretched skin
bunched over his helmet and made a lacy doily. The thing had to be at
least nine inches. Jan Tonkovic was so fucking hung, I didn't know if I
could even get past his cockhead to give him a good time before he was
giving me one.
"We should get on the bed, perhaps?" Jan asked and I looked up past his
belly, up past his muscled chest, into his grey eyes smiling down at me.
"Yeah, maybe we should," I allowed as I found myself swimming in those
deep, lovely grey eyes - and forgot everything else.
His hands on my shoulders raised me. His thin lips touched mine as I stood
before him. His tongue entered my mouth and we kissed as he guided us to
my double bed. His leg settled between mine, spreading them as I sat on
the bed and lay back with him following me down, our tongues still dueling.
I tried to roll him over but he stayed on top me, his hand moving down my
left thigh to my knee. He raised my leg onto his butt and I knew what he
wanted. I gasped, breaking away from his lips.
I stared up into his smiling eyes and was again lost in them. "Do you have
those fine American condoms, Jeb?" he asked as he settled between my legs.
Those that are already lubricated?" Holding my gaze with his, he sucked on
his index finger and brought it down below my balls.
We were at that point. In for a penny, in for the whole enchilada. That's
what I'd told every boy I'd plowed and what J. R. told me when I found out
he didn't bottom at my job interview. In other words, it was a little late
to back out now. His finger pressed against my assmuscle and I pushed down
to open it for him. The smile that had been his eyes spread to become his
face. Never taking my eyes off him, I reached over and began rummaging in
my open suitcase beside the bed.
I found the large box of rubbers I'd packed back in LA and smiled up at him
as I pulled one packet out for us.
"Put it on me, Jeb. I am going to give you sex that you have only dreamt
of having."
I tore the foiled packet open faster than I had when I was about to get my
first boy. Anticipation sizzled through me like a brushfire as I quickly
rolled the latex over Jan's cockhead and onto his shaft. I wanted him in
me. I wanted him fucking me. I wanted him to possess me. "Take it slow
and easy, lover," I told him, "it's been a while." I raised my legs onto
his shoulders as he situated himself.
His lips nibbled my earlobe as I felt him position himself against my back
entrance. His tongue traced my jaw as I adjusted to him being there and my
ass hiked in the air. His lips crushed mine as he lowered his groin
towards mine and his tongue unfurled into my mouth when I opened it to
protest.
I saw stars as the Washington Monument begin to shove into my asshole.
Pain surged out of my guts over my whole body. I whimpered and lost my
erection. I tried to tell myself it wouldn't last but my body wasn't
believing it. His tongue played tiddlywinks with my tonsils.
My sphincter gave up at that moment and spread wide enough to let a train
in. Jan fell into me and was halfway in before he slowed down his
steamroller entrance. He broke his possession of my mouth and pushed
himself up to look down at me. "Do I hurt you too much, Jeb?"
I saw only concern in his face as he studied me. I smiled back at him
weakly. "It only hurts when I laugh," I joked.
His brows furrowed in question and I reached around my legs to grab his
asscheeks. I pulled him to me until I felt his pubes tickling the insides
of my thighs.
I began to grind against him in me. I felt his balls spreading across the
top of my asscheeks and his bush scratching the bottom of my balls. "Get
me hard, lover," I told him. "Jack me off while you fuck me." I gave him
my best smile of approval when his fingers began to caress my soft meat.
"Fuck me good, baby."
I grew quickly under his fingers. He smiled down at me when he could begin
to stroke my meat with his fist. "I give you good sex, Jeb?"
I nodded, closed my eyes, and smiled. And gave myself up to our fuck.
My cock was rock hard and my balls rode my shaft close as Jan's hand
stroked it. The rhythm of his strokes into my butt hadn't changed - long,
slow, easy movement. He kissed my closed eyes and nibbled at my tits. I
was floating towards orgasm, but I knew it wasn't going to be just an
explosion of my ball juice. The orgasm waiting for me was one of mind and
spirit, as well as sex.
I had become Jan Tonkovic's as he first began to fuck me. It was more than
just sexual possession. I had wanted him all week long, since I first laid
eyes on him - but that desire was deeper than just getting him naked and
into bed. I had fallen in love with my translator from Prague University,
even if I hadn't known it.
I felt my balls churn. My dick expanded in Jan's fist. I opened my eyes
to see him smiling down at me. I was being pulled into the whirlpool that
was my orgasm. Jan's cock moved familiarly within by ass, massaging my
joyspot with its every stroke. I could barely catch my breath, I was so
close.
My balls couldn't hold it any longer and I felt my lava push into my
cumchute. My eyes widened and I bucked my hips in reflex to the rush of
jizz through my cock.
My assmuscles clamped down on Jan's meat and began to milk it as rope after
rope of lava sprayed out of my dick. I heard him gasp and felt him push
his cock deep into my ass. I felt his meat expand to stretch my gut
tauter. But none of it connected as I continued to shoot my load.
When I finally came down I found Jan lying on top of me, trying to catch
his breath as I was mine. "That was good," I mewled contentedly.
"It was better than good, Jeb - and that is a problem," he said and pushed
himself up onto his knees, pulling himself from me. "One I feared."
I felt empty with his meat disconnected from my ass and looked up at him
curiously. "What's wrong with that, baby?"
"If it is too good, making sex becomes making love."
"We were making love ..."
"No. We cannot make love. Making love is for lovers. Making sex is for
just friends."
I stared at him, trying to understand him and fighting against my feeling
like a fucktoy who'd just been fucked. "I want to be lovers."
"We can't be. You make your sex film and you leave for America. I shall
still be here. That is okay for casual friends who make sex; it is not
okay for lovers who make love."
I understood and smiled. In for a penny, in for the whole enchilada. I
hadn't found anybody who made me feel like Jan did. What the fuck? I
could stay here and do vids of some of the cutest guys on earth fucking and
sucking. J. R. would probably love me being half a world away. It didn't
matter where I lived as long as I had ash-blond, grey-eyed Jan Tonkovic
beside me. And in me. I went for a reality check on that one. And knew
instantly I mean it. I wanted him fucking me.
"And if I lived here? Would you be my lover then? And make love to me
like you just did?"
Tears clouded his eyes as he grabbed me and pulled me to him.
It was five o'clock in the evening in Prague when I picked up the phone and
called LA. It was eleven o'clock in the morning in LA when I got J. R. on
the line. I gazed at Jan lying naked across the bed watching me. And
smiled as a thought hit me. This bed was my casting couch, both of ours.
It had brought us together, even over the chasms that language and culture
made.
"I have boys - ten of them, J. R.," I told him. "The hottest guys you'll
ever see. They're under contract to me." He wasn't happy with that part.
I waited until he stopped telling me what I'd done to my mother and what
she hadn't done with my father. "I want to make four vids a year with
these guys - will you finance and distribute them? And put me on a royalty
basis?"
There was more argument from LA but we agreed to meet Tuesday morning so he
could look at the photos of the boys. If they were as good as I said they
were, I'd have my backing.
I turned to Jan as I hung up the phone. "Do you have your passport?"
"Of course. But why?"
"Monday we fly to LA." I saw his concern and before he could voice it, I
said: "I have to move out of my apartment there, put things in storage ..."
I smiled and took his hand in mine. "I've got to make sure I'm earning a
living if I move over here."
He kissed me then. My hand found his rockhard cock. I pushed away and
smiled at him. "Come here, let's put this thing on you," I said as I took
another condom from my box.
"Tomorrow, we find us a flat, Jeb," he told me as I lay back and put my
feet on his shoulders.
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